Gone with you (Book 2 of The Anti Over Kill)

Part 8

A/N: so sorry for the late update. Had a lack of inspiration for this book so I am so so sorry about that. But hey, here it is.
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Narrators POV
"Dark come on let us in! I've got Jack here for you!" Mark lied. Trying to get Dark to at least open the door. To no avail.
"Oh come on Dark, you've been in there for three days now... You're becoming like Jack." Mark tries to argue. Only making Dark angrier.

Suddenly the door flies open, jumping on its hinges from the force of Dark opening it. The handle swinging and indenting into the wall.
"How dare you bring that up Mark! How dare you relate me to poor Jacks situation! You don't understand what he has gone through because you haven't lost me yet!" Dark pretty much screeches at Mark. Stabbing a finger into Marks chest. Mark stumbles back in both shock and anger.

"Don't speak to me like that!" Was all Mark could yell in a comeback. Darks eyes narrowed.

"How dare you be such a selfish prick Mark. He lost Anti and there is no upset worse than losing your other half. Literally your other half. Fuck you Mark." Dark says in a simmering tone. Calming down at the thought of Jack. He then notices that Jack is no where to be seen with Mark outside the door.
"You tricked me too! Jack isn't even here with you!" Dark snarls. Mark groaning frustrated in defeat.

"Yeah, I doubt you'd open the door with a smile at seeing me. Greeting me with open arms." Mark snaps back. "You have Jack and Jack has you. Who the fuck do I have?!" Mark barks. Throwing his arm in the direction of Jacks room.

"Well maybe I would greet you if you were less of an insensitive prick to me Mark. And for all you know, I would greet you with open arms if you needed support, but no, you come and demand entry by yelling at Jack and I" Dark argues. Mark is taken back in some form of surprise at the fact Dark would give him support.

"Oh yeah, like I'd believe that from you! All I have is Jack when he just wants a hug! Why the fuck would I want him in my life if all he wants is a hug every time he wants to cry!" Mark yells, clenching his fists. Not realizing Jack had entered the hallway. Jack drops the jar in his hands, feeling as though his heart had been torn out. The shattering of the glass jar echoing the house, getting both Mark and Darks attention on him. Jack's bottom lip quivers a little as he takes in a shaky breath. Taking a step back away from Mark and Dark. His eyes darting between Mark and Dark with equal upset in his eyes, tears welling up quickly in his eyes. Mark's eyes widen realizing what he'd just said, realizing how much it really meant to Jack, wondering how much he'd heard.
"Jack I-I didn't mean it like that I-" Jack simply shook his head with tears in his eyes.

"If you didn't want me here then you should of just fookin' told me Mark." Jack says in the strongest voice he could maintain. "If I was that much of an inconvenience to you, you should of just said so" he says in a dead tone before storming off to his room. His door slamming echoes through the house. Mark cringes at the slam. Mentally slapping himself at what he'd said. He looks at Dark, Dark refusing to look at him, instead gazing with upset at the direction of Jacks room.

"You definitely fucked up this time Mark." Dark accuses. Still refusing to look at Mark. Dark turns to smoke, floating up from the ground and towards the direction of Jacks room. Leaving Mark baffled and at the brink of tears. Mark reluctantly runs after him, avoiding the glass on the floor best he could. Well enough that he hadn't got any in his feet.

Jack slides down the back of his bed, on the other side so he hid from the door if they got in. Pain filling his gut, steadily spreading through his body, making him shiver as if he were incased in snow. But everything around him becomes a sickening heat like he'd been put in an oven with a blanket.
'What's happening?!' Jack mentally freaks out as he physically tries to get in any cool air. But the air he managed to get in was sickly with heat as he continues to shiver. Dark smokes in under the door. Becoming a solid again once he was fully inside. His eyes scanning in the dark room for Jack. Suddenly his attention was caught on something moving. The bed sheets rustling. Dark slowly walks in the direction of the object and noise. Suddenly jumping at the noise of sudden choking as if someone were trying to vomit. Dark picks up his pace, smoking again, getting quicker towards what he confirmed was Jack struggling for air. He turns the side lamp on before reforming in front of Jack. Freaking at seeing how red Jack was going, the sweat breaking out on his forehead as he shivers uncontrollably with his eyes glazed with panic.

"Jack?" Dark asks concerned. Placing his hands on Jacks shoulders and giving him a gentle shake. "Jack what's wrong-" Jack suddenly falls limp against Darks chest. Dark pulling him into his chest and Jack continues to struggle for air. "Jack! Come on Jack, breathe! Breathe!!" Dark almost yells. Panic consuming all his normal functioms.